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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

J A N U S

_{𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 10:40 AM}

Mood: and so it begins...

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interactions: n/a mentions: @gothelk@fledermaus@Legion020@Heart of Thorns@HaleyTheRandom

“Welcome back, this is Joyce Taylor-” “And Mark Wright” “with King 5 news. It is currently 10:25 AM on this beautiful Saturday morning. We return to you with an update on the investigation into the disappearance of Seattle Mayor Hugo-”

“Hello, Olivia~ How is my portfolio looking this morning?”

“Better than I expected, I’m seeing a lot of potential for a huge return on all your efforts. If the trends over the past year or two continue on these offshore accounts your predictions will be spot on. Oliver should be in too today maybe you two can catch up over a cup of tea, he’s been dying to tell you about this new place he found. I have to get back to work, I’ll call again soon. Ciao”

The phone call promptly ended and the sound of the morning news returned to fill the silence of the luxurious supercar. The black on black McLaren zipped across the busy highway weaving dangerously in and out of traffic, receiving honks and more explicit insults as the driver only chuckled to himself. The sound of the sportscast didn’t reach him, the wheel spinning in his mind occupied his thoughts completely. Big things were on the horizon and that thoroughly excited him.

The God of Beginnings and Ends pulled to a stop just outside of Seattle’s landmark restaurant. Canlis has been a beacon for the powerful and the wealthy, it’s attractive modern design offers an intimate space full of abundant natural lighting, breathtaking views of Lake Union, the Cascades, and the glistening Emerald City. Janus had become a familiar face around this part of town, bringing customers, partners, and the odd date or two to dine at the Michelin starred eatery.

“Ahh good morning Mr. Rex, arriving fashionably early even when it is just your family dining with you? That’s quite an admirable trait you have there, punctuality seems to have escaped my own damn sons.” The Owner, Joseph Canlis, greeted Julius Rex with a friendly smile and grand sweep of his arms towards his life and blood’s work. Janus took an easy stride beside the man, his posture relaxed but still poised, offering a shake of his head at the genuine compliment.

“Hardly, the eldest always has to be some sort of a good example, even as adults, isn’t that right?” Janus gave an empty chuckle and a friendly pat on the older male’s shoulder, “Set the penthouse room up for seven this morning?”

“We were able to get Hana Kim in to tickle the ivories for you this morning, and I took the liberty to place an extra table setting down just in case Miss Si-” “Family only this time around Mr. Canlis, it seems running a business isn’t keeping you all that occupied nowadays with how involved you seem to be in my love life.”

“Well you can’t blame an old man for his wandering thoughts, it’s rare for you to bring someone back twice, but four times? Dare I call it anything but lo-” Janus interjected again, his voice remaining even despite an annoyance tightening at the joint of his jaw.“Alright Mr. Canlis, as much as I’d love to entertain your wildly imaginative fantasies, I do have a schedule to stick to today. I can show myself the rest of the way. A trio of pretentious adults should be arriving here shortly, have your best wine at the ready for your favorite customer, alright?” Janus gave a smug wink before entering the restaurant and climbing the stairs.

The gentle notes of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata greeted Janus as he entered the penthouse room. A single waiter busied himself at the table removing the extra table setting as the Old God walked to the floor-to-ceiling length windows. Just past the view of Lake Union, was the bustling city of Seattle, home to roughly 800,000 people, ignorant to the gods of myths walking beside them and at the mercy of those immortal beings manipulating the threads of fate around them.

“aut Roma aut nihil”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

E R O S

_{Seattle University}

Mood: no.

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interactions: @baraquiel mentions: @akayaofthemoon@Legion020@Danvers

The room was quickly becoming suffocating for the god of carnal love. The passion of anger was barely discernible from sexual passion and the emotion was currently running on high. There was a tightening in his chest as a woman stood at the end of Ares’ pistol, she was calm, and collected, and her words reached him when everyone else had failed.

There was a flurry of movement around him, gods getting up to leave, Hermes stumbling to the ground, Ares turning to give strength to his mother… and then his own mother. Eros finally looked at the beautiful woman that had enchanted him all that time ago, there was a warmth that spread through his chest as he saw her in her shining glory, she was as beautiful as the day he first met her. A small smile was a brief vision on his face, he had started towards her, planning on scooping her in his arms and apologizing with all the affection he could muster. As he stepped closer he noticed the faint pink aura wafting away from her just a moment too late to hold his breath.

It was the smell of pressed roses and aged vanilla that froze his footsteps. A chill ran over his spine when he heard the giggles as clear as day, when he blinked it was Psyche standing where his mother had just been. He blinked again and again, willing her to disappear from his vision but it was the room that disappeared. When his eyes opened again it was the familiar kitchen of their London apartment and Psyche stood at the counter gazing longingly out the window, perhaps dreaming of the freedom from the demons that plagued her then.

“Psy-Psyche…”Eros tried to call out to her but he couldn’t hear his own voice, and even as he approached she wouldn’t look at him.

Why wouldn’t she look at him? Why hadn’t she told him? Why didn’t he notice?

“I’m sorry, my love…” Still it was silence but this time her eyes cast in his direction but they were looking past him, a small of relief on her face and she reached out to his direction. Eros hadn’t realized he was so close to her and when he reached out to grab her arms she exploded into a hundred butterflies and when he blinked it was the face of his mother he was looking at.

Eros released his hold on her as if she had burned him, confusion flashed in his blue eyes first and then it was anger. Without a word he turned on his heel and finally made his exit, blocking out all noise that called out to him. His feet carried him quickly through the halls, trembling hands fumbling in his pockets for his keys and spilling them to the concrete as his frustration bubbled over and expelled into a single word shouted from the depths of his stomach, “FUCK!”

Regardless of the few stares he received it felt good to just yell, but it was a temporary release that allowed him a moment to regain himself enough to pick up his keys, fold them into his fist and continue onward to his car.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

A N U B I S

_{Courthouse ⇀ Seattle University}

Mood: let's be smart about this... please?

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interactions: @fledermaus and the room mentions: @Akayaofthemoon@Rockette

The whirlwind of elapsed time is stunning even a seasoned courtroom veteran like Anubis. Many times had he been a witness to a derailed case, a cross-examination that hit too close to the heart. Wild accusations of an offender caught by their own words, the feeling of dread that swept over a representative, over a jury that could not vote to their evil heart’s content lest they become targets of “woke” society... in these spaces the dread and hopelessness of others felt like a victory to Anubis.

But in the confined space of the stuffy college meeting room, with tables flipped, mothers and friends wailing and crying in their painful loneliness, it felt suffocating. The weigher of hearts was often a comforter of the dead, a listener to their tales of regrets, how they wished they could have done something, accomplished more, or just simply lived an easier life. These were comfortable conversations for him, a time where he spoke less and heard more. But in the tense silence of Hathir standing at the end of a pistol, he heard nothing and felt the pressure of words clawing up his throat. The wild beat of his heart deafened his ears, his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth could have cracked and he was made a spectator to the unraveling of the gods.

Anubis was a Guide of The Dead, and seer of hearts, he could not predict death reliably, but perhaps the ache in his bones earlier in the day had been an indication of what was to come. Something more specific would have been more appreciated. When his hammering heart finds a peaceful rhythm he regains his confidence, his ears hear everything as if catching up what he missed. The wheels in his mind turn, an automatic reaction to any sort of evidence. Before he can speak the familiar scent of clove and cinnamon are swirling around him, there’s a faint sound of laughter, the feeling of silk slipping along the tips of his finger, and when he closes his eyes her golden irises twinkle like stars in the sky. The memory makes his heartache, she always felt so close yet so far away from him. The palm of his hand tingles as he folds it into itself, forming a fist and casts his hardened eyes on The Morrigan.

Anubis can feel the weight of Bastet’s gaze and his heart yearns to get lost in her gaze but he’s focused again on the issue at hand. Choosing his duty over his heart again, he knows it’s cold but he’s embraced it. The Morrigan earns his respect as she commands the room to attention with ease, a Goddess of War she certainly was. Unfortunately, even a seer of fate could not provide all the answers, and without a body to examine they were stuck in their current spot without a way out.

“I am deeply sorry for your loss.” Anubis addresses the Greeks first. There had been tension between the two groups in the past but this issue would require cooperation on everyone’s behalf, “I’m not sure any of the words I can offer will ease any of your hearts. I cannot bring your family back but I would like to suggest we all cooperate. Cut the unnecessary accusations-“ Anubis’ hard eyes fell on Loki who was far too relaxed when the news of a dead god had just been brought to their attention,” and treat each other like allies for the time being. As it stands the only evidence we have to go off of is The Morrigan’s sight, without a body to examine we do not have the cause of death nor the grounds to point fingers and place blame. We should consider having these conclaves on a regular schedule so we can get to the bottom of this and protect each other. I have a very strong feeling the death will not stop at Hephaestus.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

E R O S

_{Swinger's Club ⇀ Seattle University}

Mood: FFS

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interactions: @smarty0114 @Legion020 mentions: @gothelk

The sun filtering in past the expensive silk drapes stirred the bodies curled up in various positions on the bed. The kiss of warmth along bared skin drew a rumbly half-sleep “mmm” from the turning man. The expensive black silk sheets tangling around his legs, running the length of his body and hardly covering his nakedness as he slowly sat up. The unusually bright rays of the October sun danced along his skin, leaving the reminiscent of teasing kisses along his chest.

Eros slipped along the length of the luxurious circle shaped bed, tripping only slightly from the sheets that fought against his freedom. Neither of the women in his bed stirred awake, the sight brought a small smirk to the god’s face but he was past the point of letting the reality of his existence stroke his ego. There were much higher feats to reach the edges of his ego, and bringing pleasure to mortals was not one of those things.

Eros basked in the sun, standing on his balcony in all of his glorious nakedness, eyes closed and looking ethereal in the golden lightning. The heart he thought he had lost all those years ago thrummed in his ears, and excitement coursed through his veins, today was special. Not because of the conclave, or the bad news sure to be spilled in the university hall, but because of the reunion that was before him. A shimmering, golden memory replayed in his head, a frequent scene of his dreams, but it had not been a creation of his fantasies, though it very much could have been.

The Knuckles of his fingers pressed again the skin on his hands as he squeezed them around the stone railing. The taste of the sun lingered on his lips as it slid behind the persistent clouds, he was pulled away from his internal yearning by the precarious stroking lazily along him, “Were you pretending to sleep to get a show of my ass?”

“My favorite part was when you almost fell out of bed.”

“Still have the energy to be a brat? I suppose we should fix that.”

The god of desire was coaxed away from nostalgia through the sounds of giggles and the sensation of euphoria. The showy sun distracting him only momentarily before being swept up in pleasure again.

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Sometimes the being the god of Desire was more of a pain in the ass than one could imagine. Especially when nerves affected his control over his power. A simple hug goodbye turned into a passionate display of departure in one instance. In an attempt to avoid another time setback he tried the drop-and-run tactic but a brush of a hand against hand turned into a suspension test of his supercar.

Thirty minutes late and counting he was finally on his way to the conclave. The first Conclave he’d shown his face at in hundreds of years, and to face gods and goddesses he hadn’t seen in at least fifty. He’d prefer to stroll in pristine and without a hair out of place, but circumstance dictated his designer suit wrinkled from friction, his hair tousled unmistakably by lithe fingers, and if anyone had any guesses past that point the edge of a hiccup stuck out from under the collar of his shirt.

Thumbs beat against wrapped leather to the tune of Seattle’s up and coming pop Princess. A tale of nervousness for Eros that he couldn’t quite curb, even after centuries of living. Psyche had always tried and failed to silence the drummer’s soul coming out of him, he was “far too pretty” to be on the backline of the band, no his spot was up and front… but he just didn’t have the voice for it.

“You can’t be good at everything.” Eros murmured as he pulled the car into a parking spot. The usual ache in his chest drew a deep exhale out of his lungs. The stinging behind his eyes followed but it was all routine, the tears had long since ceased, he was supposed to be doing better, moving on, turning a new leaf and all that. But times like these when he needed a little more courage than what he owned that ache echoed a bit too loudly.

“And it turns out I am good at nothing, my love. You were the infallible one.” Eros turned his face towards the sky letting his eyes flutter close, just taking a moment for himself in the empty parking lot. The chilly breeze slipped through the sleeve of his expensive suit and when his eyes opened they landed on the fluttering wings of a butterfly moving ahead of him. Eros let out a small chuckle, taking in another deep breath and steeling himself for whatever shit show he was working on and thanking Psyche for always reminding him, “Forward, always.”

The hallway was empty leading to the hall, a foul smell wafting from the room. A man and dog entered before him, the door opening and shutting issues the war cry of a deranged banshee… haha jk it was the theatrics of Hera. The name made him shiver, and almost turn around but he kept going, he had already rescheduled appointments to be here, no turning back now.

Eros exhaled another breath as he opened the door, the scene that unfolded as he did so burned a fire in his eyes. The man that had taken everything from him stood, pointing a gun in the direction of another.

“Ares.” The single name was issued with a flurry of emotions, disappointment, disdain, sadness, and his eyes showed all as he couldn’t look away from his father for a moment. When he did he noticed the full room, a trio of sleeping gods, a small group of pissed off Egyptians, stragglers of small pantheons, and then his “family”. They all shared faces of horror and anger and sadness, Eros had missed the bomb the Morrigan dropped, but he didn't come here really to hear what she had to say. This was an excuse to show his face after a century of being gone.

Eros’ eyes finally locked onto the shining face of the man who would not exit his dreams. Even through the disgust and anger towards some gods in the room he was able to crack a seductive smirk and issued a wink before his face stoned over his thick arms crossing over his chest his gaze returning to his father, “All these years and you haven’t changed? Not even by a small measure? Pathetic.”

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Sleepy Gods

_{Seattle University ⇀ Flower Field}

Mood: dis tew cute.

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interactions: A @Danvers x @Gothelk x@Icy Hot collab mentions: @KZOMBI3

The room was quickly filling up with bodies. Kore felt embarrassed by how little she interacted outside of her normal sphere. Each god entering after her was a strange face, a pair of gods with palpable tension sat near the Morrigan and Korea Immediately felt bad for the goddess. Then came a face that brightened the spring goddess up, “Good morning, Ms. Parvati!” an enthusiastic wave echoed the warmth she exuded from her smile. The sleepy baritones of one of her dearest friends pulled her gaze away and she was quickly latching on to him.

“Hi Hypie” she cooed nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder, “I missed youuu~” She pulled back only slightly to check the image on his phone, the effect of his aura turning her bright smile into a cute sleepy grin, “Oh my gosh, they’re so precious! They look so happy and healthy, seee I told you! You have a green thumb, now what do you think about getting a hanging plant? I have the sweetest boy for sale that needs a good home and… I’ll give you a discount.” Kore caught herself in her rambling a slight hue tinting her cheeks as she clasped her hands around his.

Having another plant to care for outside of his poppies had Hypnos biting his lip, but the look on Kore’s face could break steel. Sliding his phone off, he let a hand rest against the table before he leaned forward again. His eyes looked up in contemplation, then fell back to Kore. ”I… I dunno, Kore,” he admitted, ”Well… well, maybe I could try it out. But! If it looks anywhere near distress you take it, okay? I’d be crushed if I killed one of your babies.”

Hypnos turned a look up at Kore while squeezing her hand. His lips pressed into a pout and his always hooded eyes lifted just slightly. A yawn took him as he spoke again, ”And no discount. I wanna pay in full ‘cause you’re my friend.”

Kore pursed her lips for a moment, pretending to contemplate his counteroffer but eventually, it crumbled away into an eager nod of her head, “Yeah, of course! The string of Pearls is really hard to kill like you’d have to try and you almost cried when you killed that spider on accident last week in my bathroom.” Kore teased playfully toward Hypnos’ growing pout and let her eyes linger around the room, which had gotten noticeably fuller since she had arrived. A wave caught her eye and a twinkle of affection appeared in her honey brown pools as she returned Artemis’ greeting with the same enthusiasm she afforded Parvati earlier.

“People are actually getting here one time…” The empty seat beside her caught a glance before it bounced to the door as another person entered, not who she wanted to see but the offer of pastries only made her sit back in her chair with a cute pout, “Well some people are anyways…”

A frown caught Hypnos lips while his eyes followed Kore’s own. ”Hey, spiders deserve to be mourned over,” he said, though his frown turned into a lazy grin at Kore’s exasperation, ”Do you want a danish or are you pouting for another reason, Sweet Kor-n?” He gave a light poke to her side.

“I’m not pout-“”You need a nap? Maybe to pass the time quicker for a certain someone?” Hypnos teased, though he took a quick look around in slight fear of another certain, more moody someone.

“Hey Kor Kor! Hey Hippo!”

Kore’s planned grumbling at Hypnos’ teasing turned into a surprised squeak as she jumped at the sudden greeting, “Oh lillies--Hermes!” her voice was a playful whine as she swatted a light hand at his shoulder, that slid easily along his biceps and lingered on his forearm not yet pulling away, “I thought you were going to be late again, but instead here you are scaring me half to death!” the whining was lightened by the cheeky grin she offered him.

At the mention of gummy worms, she raised an eyebrow, “Hmm... I suppose this can go towards your pardon…” Kore leaned close to him, and then even closer, but instead of the kiss it looked like she was going for she slipped a sour gummy between her plump lips and sat back happily savoring the candy, “Mm I actually quite enjoy these! How was the party last night?”

All the while Hypnos quietly slid a few gummies into his own hand. He stared at the two for a second, head still laid upon the table. He’d nearly choked on the gummy he slid into his mouth at Kore’s tease and promptly turned to cough away. ”Y-yeah, Herm, how was that party?” he looked back, eyes slightly teary.

The gaze of the trickster god had been darting across Kore's delicate features, a small, barely perceptible frown pulling at the edges of his lips when she moved her body away from his own. “Mm, the what?” Distracted by thoughts of gummy worms and lips, Hermes was slow to acknowledge the question posed to him. “Oh, it was great! Well, what I can remember of it. You guys should be super jealous though...I got an up-close showing of Hercs bare ass this morning.”

Laughing at the memory, he mimicked Kores actions from earlier, moving to lessen the gap between them. Perhaps he should be more aware of the others but his attention was easily diverted, barely noticing when a certain underdressed someone stole several of his gummies. “Would’ve been more fun if you’d been there though.” A mischievous smile lit up his face, whilst a hand reached up to playfully poke her nose.

Kore’s nose wrinkled at Hermes’ touch and she was able to imagine a million and one circumstances that had Herc baring his glutes (fortunately not one that put his extra appendage near foul waters). “Yeah, yeah, I bet you say that to all the ladies in your life.” Kore teased her voice not reflecting the spark of envy that flashed in her. Her wandering gaze did little to hide what was currently on her mind as her sparkling eyes kept stealing glances at his softly parted lips.

”Only the ones I really like.” Hermes quipped back, before momentarily managing to tear his gaze away from hers. “You too sleeping beauty.” He shifted his body slightly so he could see the primordial god as he spoke, offering him a small wink. Hermes knew full well that Hypnos tried to avoid their shenanigans but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to persuade him otherwise.

”You know these gummy worms are REALLY tasty, huh?” Hypnos could not be blamed for anything that occurred between the two, but he sure as hell knew Demeter would still have his ass for it. And therefore the sleepy god ignored Hermes’ coy wink and proceeded to grab his chair by the bottom and insert himself between the two. He yawned loud, mouth gaping as he planted himself in the middle, half of his body already splayed against the table.

”So, like, what would you two say to a… nap?” he gave a lazy smile to both Kore and then Hermes when he asked.

“Hypnos, The Morrigan is going to be extra mean to you since you messed up her seating chart.” Kore grumbled a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. Even though she issued the “threat” she knew it would fall flat and instead resorted to declaring, “A danish sounds better than a nap” and stood up to go snag one.

”Nothing’s better than a good nap,” Hypnos pouted back.

“Dude…” It was Hermes’ turn to pout as he reached to move the bag of gummy worms away from his friend, his eyes widening in the infamous look that usually got him his way. “I don’t wanna sleep. I’m not tired.” He stubbornly retorted as he watched Kore stand up, his blue eyes lingering on her form whilst she walked away.

Having a complete inability to sulk for longer than a few seconds, a broad smile suddenly spread across his face. It was one that was usually accompanied by either a dangerously stupid or a stupidly dangerous idea. “You look so comfy there Hyp…” Standing up, he edged over to Hypnos, before planting himself firmly in his lap. “Let’s share!” He shifted about a little until he was comfy, happily smiling down at his new chair companion.

While the implication of someone sitting on his lap unnerved Hypnos at first, a sleepy smirk replaced his pout near instantly. ”I’ve been told that many times, Hermy Worm,” Hypnos replied, wrapping his arms around the trickster god’s midriff. He placed his head against Hermes’ side and stared up at him. ”So, what was your plan again?” Hypnos yawned, letting his own powers take hold of himself, ”Still don’t wanna nap with me?” he wiggled in his seat, squirming and pressing closer to Hermes, ”Just a few minutes, pleeeease?” Perhaps Hypnos’ softness beguiled a more sinister nature? Though, if Hypnos thought long and hard he’d just conclude that he really liked his sleep and saving his own ass from potentially raging parents and long lost spouses.

Their bodies being so close, Hermes couldn’t help but cup his hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn, his eyelids beginning to droop sleepily. The warmth coming off his fellow god was comforting, like being wrapped in a duvet at the end of a busy day. He found himself snuggling closer to his chest, for a moment wanting to let it take him. Maybe just a minute or two would be okay... “You’re such a naughty hippopotamus…” He mumbled almost imperceptibly, his body ready to collapse into sleep.

Hypnos wiggled his eyebrow for the coup de grace, ”Would you really say no to a nap ‘n cuddle with me and Kore? Hmmm?”

“With Kor Kor? Maybe just for a little bit then…” About to give in, his attention was suddenly diverted by the presence of a very familiar figure walking through the doors. Tlaz’s appearance revealed all and Hermes couldn’t help but let out a small, sleepy giggle. Bringing two fingers to his mouth, he attempted (and only half succeeded) to do a wolf-whistle, the playful giddiness for a moment breaking through the drowsiness. “Looking goo-…” Mid-tease, Hermes suddenly fell dead asleep, unable to resist the pull any longer. His head flopped to rest against Hyps shoulder, his sentiments towards his friend having to be saved for another moment.

“Guys these danishes are so del- heeey~!” Kore returned to a sight that immediately melted her soul and before Hermes woke up or Hypnos caught on to what she was doing she brandished her phone and stole a couple of pictures. Hermes and Hypnos all cuddled up was obviously top tier in the “home screen pic” game… maybe she could sell the pictures to the shippers?

“Hypie how can I be mad at you when you’re so dang cute?” Kore stuck her tongue out playfully and ruffled his hair with affection. The short touch drew a small yawn out of her as she slipped down onto the seat and leaned forward with her head resting on her arms on the table, “I’m sorry I said danishes are better than naps… that danish was really yummy but naps are better, especially naps with my favorites flowers, little poppy prince and the dashing daisy…” Kore’s voice trailed off into a quiet mumble as her eyes fluttered shut and she fell into a field of flowers.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Janus, of Beginnings and Ends

J A N U S , G O D O F T I M E
J A N U S , G O D O F T I M E
_{𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Julius Westin Rex 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 37-42 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 CEO [and founder] of Intitium inc. the Top Pharmacetucial and Bioengineering company in the world.	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Charismatic & Inspiring Astute & Compelling Tenacious & Loyal 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Antagonistic & Difficult Calculating & Pejorative Manipulative & Duplicitous 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Conquer the world. Cure cancer. Capture cell regeneration. Make immortality tangible. Was there something else you'd like him to say? In between the lines of his pretty lies is a desire to create a new Rome. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 spiders, closed spaces, germs? A new flavor of the month is divulged each time he's asked. What Janus fears most is losing his autonomy, and being rendered unable to make things happen. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 IANVS 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of Beginnings, gates, time, transitions, space, duality, doorways, passages, and endings. 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Janus knows no parents, he sprung from the void self-formed. A god of two faces who looks to both the past and the future. The god of transitions traditionally presided over the beginning and end of conflict (or peace and war as the Romans denoted.) But truly his scope was the beginning and the ending of all things. The Romans worshipped Janus as the start of their day, during wedding ceremonies and even gave him tribute before worshipping other gods in the pantheon. Janus is but one part of the archaic-trio that included his brother in arms Jupiter and Mars. They were pillars in Ancient Roman society, Mars who's blood and bravery runs through them all, Janus whose wisdom and wit encouraged them and Jupiter whose immenese strength and superior leadership fortified and guided them. As long as these three stood, then Rome has not yet fallen.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

If you were to question the God of Beginnings and Ends, the seer of past and future, how he ended up wandering the mortal plane you'd receive a backhanded compliment on your 'wit'--"ah you are far more perceptive than at first glace." And nothing else past that.

The simple answer is arrogance. Janus in all his glory did not deem humans mighty enough to command the likes of gods nor vindictive enough to try to do so. So he simply did not see it. There were wars raging around Rome, conquerors building new empires and governments being toppled, in hindsight perhaps paying heed to those left behind and scorned by the other pantheons could have presented their fall, but what is it they say about hindsight?

Unlike his brothers Janus finds comfort in transitions, he's a god that cannot be made uncomfortable by change because he once presided over that very thing. What he does become restless in is stagnation, the colossus offered him a life of travel and cultural experience among humans. Though it also required them to often stay in one place for decades at a time, Janus would have much preferred to continue his explorations, going to and fro, returning to check-in with his beloved Romans, and then set forth to see new places.

An idle Janus is a dangerous one, a meddlesome force able to see into the future and has fine-tuned the ability for accuracy on things he's familiar with. Throughout history, Janus pulled strings here and there behind the scenes to set transitionary periods in place. The timing of a show for a presidential assassination, the perfect arrival of a car for the spark of World War One, the letters of a confidant to embolden Herbert Hoover. Never a direct hand in starting the conflict and neither one ending it, but somehow always coming out as a beneficiary. Janus kept his distance from the other pantheons, turned off by their uncouth practices, and unbridled gluttony for frivolous things.

A summons for the conclave following World War II was promptly turned down by him, it was an obvious ploy to round up the Romans and stake blame on them. What because Italy was an axis power? Rome may be in Italy but no Romans occupy that land, Janus wouldn't submit himself to that line of insulting questioning. So Mars was sent on their behalf with a gift basket for the "Herald" and Janus devoted himself to building something anew from the destruction of the Second World War.

Intitium inc. has surpassed every expectation it was given at its conception. With a tangled history of its origins and a delayed start on the modern medicine game, no one expected the company to take off in the 70s. And yet 50 years later at the very top of the world in the bioengineering and pharmaceutical industry sits Intitium, with its heartthrob CEO Westin Rex gracing the covers of medical magazines, published studies and patent after patent for drugs and mechanics to propel society into a future once thought out of reach.

Janus’ Relations

JANUS’ RELATIONSHIPS
JANUS’ RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

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MORRIGAN
MORRIGAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Janus would wager the coming together of two gods of fate was not something even the masters of the domain could prophesies. Morrigan is the air he breathes, and Janus the flame she feeds. Together they sustain, though not without the danger of taking too much and giving too little. Should the fire become too greedy and consume too much of the oxygen, it will burn itself out. Should the air be too fickle and unreachable, it will snuff the flame. The relationship between the war Goddess and the God of Transitions is one of volatile give and take. A millennium of passion and anger and puppeteering. Janus has only three spots in his heart, one for Rome, one for the Romans and one for-}

^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

HEBE
HEBE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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PAN
PAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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^{_______________________________________} 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

FREYA
FREYA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{There’s not much Janus would readily say about Freya, in any sort of measure. Their entanglement was one of explosive passion, taking on both sides with neither giving much of anything in return. Things might have been different had Janus opened his heart to the Norse Goddess he would have received more than the sound of her cries and taste of her arousal. The passion sizzled out on his behalf, mmm, maybe better put as squashed by Janus who saw the twinkle of love in her eyes and heard the tune of wedding bells in her voice. Janus has tried to maintain a healthy distance from Freya, while still keeping her in his arsenal of chess pieces to be used on the board at opportune moments. But giving that women even a centimeter is an invite for her to take a mile, as he’s learned through her repeated intrusions upon his workplace. But it’s nothing Initium Security can’t handle.}

ODIN
ODIN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{Janus would deem Odin one of his less disliked connections. After a few shots of whiskey and pestering on the surly man’s side, he may even admit to seeing Odin as his friend. A sober Janus appreciates the world view and wisdom The Allfather holds. Many a times during their regular meetings Odin has offered different perspectives that a man without a heart like Janus often fails to consider. Their friendship is a balancing act of sorts where Odin offers his heart and Janus offers his mind. If the two ever seriously collaborated on a goal together they’d be a force to be recolonization with... now to find out what Odin thinks about giving aid to rebuild an empire.}

^{_______________________________________} 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

DISCORDIA
DISCORDIA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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JUPITER
JUPITER

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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MARS
MARS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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NEPTUNE
NEPTUNE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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VENUS
VENUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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VULCAN
VULCAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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Venus, The Victorius

V E N U S , M O T H E R O F R O M E
V E N U S , M O T H E R O F R O M E
_{𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓽}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Leona Astra Faustus 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 sometimes 16, sometimes 25. 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Artistic Director of Aeon, an Italian inspired luxury designer clothing and lifestyle brand. Sophisticated, Chic with accents of Modern trends to create small batch timeless pieces.	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 ambitious & determined assertive & self-assured affectionate & thoughtful honest & refined 𝑩𝑨𝑫 vengeful & unforgiving tyrannical & intimidating unyielding & obsessive 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 In her heart Venus wants to render a new Rome, and strives towards this goal tirelessly. On the surface she wants to amass recognition for her societal contributions and to retain her high status in society. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Perhaps it's ironic that the goddess of love would fear the powerful emotion itself. Venus fears falling in love and betraying her dedication to Rome and her Romans above all else. She's also afraid of heights. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Venus Victrix 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Love and Victory 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Venus was born from the union of the sky and the sea, from the foam she arose, fully formed and the most beautiful among the gods. Venus was a goddess of many names, accounting for her many feats and expansive domain. Venus can give military victory, sexual success, good fortune and prosperity. In one context she is a goddess of prostitutes, in another she sows the seeds for success for warriors and strengthens the love between Romans.

Venus is considered the Mother of Rome through traditional Roman tales. Aeneas was a warrior born to Venus and Anchises who survived the fall of Troy and set out to follow his ambitions. With the aid of his mother, Aeneas achieved impossible feats and eventually built Rome. Through this, and many more instances of Venus shielding Rome and its people from harm and awarding them victory did she earn her many nicknames.

Venus Obsequens and Venus Victrix are epithets for her greatest accomplishments as a goddess. Venus whose love and protection led to Rome's creation and her fortune and ferocity which awarded Romans their many victories.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Rome was not built in a day, nor was it rebuilt in a handful of centuries. Venus, Mother of Rome fell from the heavens as the other gods did, but her fall did not end there. Unshakeable despair plagued Venus as she was forced to wander the earth removed from her beloved country and helpless to aid them. Despite the pain it caused her, she obsessively watched the rise and fall of Rome, watched as her people turned their backs on the gods that stopped answering their prayers and built anew in the name of the Catholic Church.

For a long time Venus wandered the earth with unbridled anger leading her forward. To and fro, lagging behind as the colossus demanded her submission and dictated her place in the world. Though she could not be in the thick of battle she found herself wandering as close as possible, aiding in hospitals, outposts and factories that contributed to the efforts. Those small jobs helped her wade through her worthless existence.

After a long shift at an inner city hospital in London, Venus came to really look at herself. What she appraised was a shell of her previous self. Obviously she was missing her full godly presence, but the fire in her eyes that burned bright for Rome had extinguished to lifeless voids. That was a turning point for Venus, she quit the Hospital and disappeared for some time, she needed to search for that fire again, rebuild herself so she could then focus on rebuilding Rome.

When Venus returned to her spot among the Roman she was glowing, commanding and intimidating. The Goddess that had guided and protected Rome was back. With new business ventures in the fashion industry and meticulously detailed 5, 7 and 10 year goal plans, she was ready to bring her vision to life, all while making her ex-husbands life all the more vibrant and exciting.

Venus’ Relations

VENUS’ RELATIONSHIPS
VENUS’ RELATIONSHIPS

★ 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✿ 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 • ❤ 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 • ✖ 𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢

^{_______________________________________} 𝙲 𝙴 𝙻 𝚃 𝙸 𝙲 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

MORRIGAN
MORRIGAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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^{_______________________________________} 𝙶 𝚁 𝙴 𝙴 𝙺 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

ARTEMIS
 ARTEMIS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{What started off as a battle of snark formed into what has become one if Venus’ fondest relationships. The two came into contact through Moon River, a reoccurring expense in Venus’ account and maybe one that occurs too frequently. Venus admires Artemis for many things, her beauty, her wit, her loyalty, her- you get the point. Artemis may be closer to Venus than some if the other Romans, but you didn't hear that from the Goddess of Love herself.}

HEBE
HEBE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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PAN
PAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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^{_______________________________________} 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝚂 𝙴 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

ODIN
ODIN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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^{_______________________________________} 𝚁 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙿 𝙰 𝙽 𝚃 𝙷 𝙴 𝙾 𝙽 ^{_______________________________________}

DISCORDIA
DISCORDIA

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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JANUS
JANUS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

<sub>Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. How the great have fallen, but Janus perhaps has yet to fall. As a God he shook the earth, influencing how the tides of battle crashed and receded. He, who found his peace in unsteady times. Who seemed out if touch even by the Goddess of Love herself. Venus knows she will never reach Janus’ heart and doesn't allow him to reach for her, lest she becomes a victim to his manipulations and unsavory planning.

Above their differences of character Venus respects Janus for his contributions to Rome and the love he has for their.</sub>

JUPITER
JUPITER

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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MARS
MARS

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

_{There was a period in time where their love was robust with fiery passion. Since becoming mortals and experiencing the change of hearts and desires an endless life brings, that passion has sizzled out. Venus still deeply loves Mars, and sometimes dreams of their life together as gods. Venus was The Mother of Rome and Mars the Father, there is no other Roman that felt the loss of Rome like Venus had except for Mars, or so she believes. Mars is her rock, the stable pillar in her life that leads her back to herself and keeps her hope for a new Rome alive.}

NEPTUNE
NEPTUNE

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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VULCAN
VULCAN

★★★★★★★ • ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ • ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ • ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖

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Skadi, Winter Gal

S K A D I , G O D E S S O F W I N T E R
S K A D I , G O D E S S O F W I N T E R

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Soren Kaldr 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 Young Adult 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 "Retired" Olympic Figure Skater. Conservation and Environmental Professor. Private Skating instructor.	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Energetic & Sociable Free-Spirited & Authentic Unfussy & Affectionate 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Dramatic & Moody Indecisive & Selfish Sarcastic & Insensitive 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Skadi doesn’t wish to return to her godhood. The snow-capped mountains are fine remaining as sweet memories in her heart, but offer only the cold and loneliness. What she does wish for is a family of her own, she’s befriended many mother’s in lifetime and seeks to experience that sort of unconditional love and pride. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Skadi fears the greed and indifference of mortals will cause irreversible damage to the earth. Her dedication to teaching and advocating for change will inspire the coming generations. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Skaði 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of the Winter Hunt 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

The halls of Asgard bubbled with a convivial spirit. Celebrating, the many gods drank from the free flowing mead and ate luxurious roasted beasts while their foe, the jötunn Þjazi, lay defeated and stolen of life nearby. For decades their conflict raged on, and at its end did Odin and his ilk boast of their achievements, jesting and sloshing their spirit about.

And then she appeared, skin, porcelain pal, eyes as blue as glacier ice but ablaze with a fiery rage, snow dusted in her silky tresses and the furs of her battle dress, and spear in hand. Skaði, the jötunn’s daughter, had arrived.

Transfixed by her beauty, the gathered gods worked together to turn her eyes from vengeance. Odin cast the eyes of her father in the heavens to twinkle as stars for eternity, the honor as appreciated but it was not enough for the huntress, who demanded life for a life.

But it was Loki that softened her heart with his humor and wit. A small cracked her icy features at his jovial display and Odin issued a declaration.

A marriage was to happen, Skadi would marry a God and become a Goddess in turn. This would be her payment from them for the life of her father, warmed to them she agreed. Skadi was only able to see the feet of her husband, and believed the most attractive feet to be Baldr’s and chose them. To her disappointment the God Baldr had not been her choice, instead she married Njörðr.

The marriage did not last, Njörðr was a god of summer and she a Goddess of Winter. After a few years of trying to make things work they amicably parted ways. Skadi returned to the snow-capped mountains of her youth, but without her father, or husband or any children she was faced with a lonely existence. Or so she thought.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Landing at the center of the earth was a jarring sensation for the winter goddess. From comfortable snow-cap to the hot humid climate of Istanbul made her physically sick.

When that feeling subsided confusion was next. Skadi had not frequented the realm of the humans like the other gods she had found a makeshift family in. To be walking among them, and hearing their rich languages and experiencing life as something little more than a human as well was interesting.

Save for the usual high temperature of the places they moved to, Skadi adapted well. The loneliness of the cold mountains melted by the warmth humans were inclined to show her. The goddess strayed from her pantheon and the other gods, befriending all the humans she could, twisting tales for them about her past lives, hearing of their achievements and crying with them over their woes. Through the years she bore no children but often found family in community and had been a wife to a few kings and other rulers here and there. For the most part she followed her heart, pursuing new ideas and seeking adrenaline inducing thrills.

In London she became a gold Medalist Figure Skater. Then in DC an activist and professor on Conservation and the Environment. Now in Seattle she teaches under the Name of Soren Kaldr at Seattle University and is a private Skating instructor for aspiring athletes.

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Metus, The Terror

M E T U S , G O D O F T E R R O R
M E T U S , G O D O F T E R R O R

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Angelo Gaius Salvius 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 Early 20s 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Human Intelligence Collector Specialist for SPD. Capo of ___ ǝɯǝɹɐld ɔıʇʎ ɔlǝɐnǝɹ.	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Loyal & Determined Adaptable & Observant Quick-Witted & Charismatic 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Sadistic & Hedonistic Non-conforming & Deceitful Violent & Provocative 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 There isn't really a clear goal in his mind, just a general desire to spread and experience the terror of others. And to revel in the pleasure this life has to offer him. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 Perhaps the sky falling? Or the coming of the rapture? Or of hell reaching its capacity for sinners? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Metus 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Personification of Terror 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

It is not through might and strategy alone that Rome defeated and conquered those that stood in opposition. Alongside Discordia, Timor and Metus rode into battle in the shadow of their father. Fear and Terror spread across many battlefields ripping into the hearts of men and brutalizing their will to fight, and often times their will to live.

The twins were born to the Mother and Father of Rome, the personification of the fear and terror of war that lived inside all men. Metus had always been a touch crueler than his brother, but his deeds benefitted the country his parents loved more than they had ever worried them. Metus was seldom a being that abided to a moral code, but he had never turned that sadistic hand to his fellow gods nor the Romans that celebrated him.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Thankful might seem like an inappropriate adjective to describe Metus' feelings towards "The Fall" considering how many of the other gods felt. But in reality, the young god had steadily grown bored of his godhood. With omnipotent powers and all-encompassing knowledge at his fingertips, spreading terror was an effortless feat that had started to feel more like a chore. There was no excitement to be had when you were born an infallible being.

Finding himself merely as an image of what he had been, more mortal than he had ever experienced, and unaware of the circumstances that landed him in his position, excitement grew in his belly. Navigating Istanbul was a challenge for him, but one he conquered and learned much from. Then on Metus took up many names and roles; he strayed from his family to pursue a life of crime, only to return as a conniving noble married to a princess or queen. The only constant variables in his life were the words of wisdom from his father and his desire to revel in the terror of the humans among him.

With these two things he's found himself settled into a nice position within the Seattle Police Department and a fun side gig of cleaning up the wicked from the streets of Seattle that slip through the cracks.

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A N U B I S

_{Courthouse ⇀ Seattle University}

Mood: tiredt of this shit.

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“The motion to reduce the bail for Mr. Andre Lawerence has been rejected, we will convene back here to continue this case bright and early on Monday. This is day five, Mr. Isam, let’s not drag this on much longer, alright?” The judge didn’t await an answer, in fact he didn’t expect one, at least not one he’d get the chance of hearing. His position in the world afforded him a certain immunity to tongue lashing that'd otherwise be directed at him.

Instead, the wood of the table splintered under the pressure of the fingertips that pressed into its surface. That jaw clenched so tight not even the boiling of rage bubbles past Mr. Islam’s lips. Those dark, enigmatic eyes of his stoned cold like the pieces of the Sphinx. His back held higher than the pyramids of his home despite the weight of life that hung from his shoulders.

For a time he stood there, remaining behind as the room cleared out. The density of sin trickled out as a tune of feet burdened by heavy hearts shuffling along the immaculate carpet. The thought made Anubis smirk, but only that was brief and his straight back slacked under the weight of what felt like the world. What faced him in the next room over was a creation of a cycle the god of the dead had vehemently come to hate. A single fist of his was enough to break through many doors, drywall, crack into some stones, but alone it was not strong enough yet to break through the foundations of the system that dared to run him ragged. Ragged was acceptable if victory followed, no... when victory followed.

Anubis exited the room and entered another. He’d be exiting and entering a lot of those today, but rarely by choice of his own. Duty often trumped his desires… desires, Anubis didn't have time to fantasize, even in his mind, he couldn’t make proper time for her.

“I just had a baby man. My girl needs me! I can’t afford that bail and I sure as hell can't afford to get locked up for something I didn’t do! I’m not a killer dog, I might have had a hand in selling some stuff when I was in a tight spot but I’ve been doing good, we been doing good. You believe me right?”

Anubis could see into the hearts of man, and die to their simple nature he rarely needed to look. Hearts blackened and rotting with sin were common among mortals. When he looked into Andre for the third time, despite not needing to, he saw an imperfect man but not one with a black heart. The deep pools of obsidian looked up to the chocolate brown that peered back at him, Anubis knew that look, someone trying and failing to decipher him. Many arose to the challenge but none had become a victor, if being impassive was an Olympic sport Egypt would have a monopoly on those gold medals.

“I wouldn’t represent you if I doubted your innocence. I am charitable but I am not a saint, Andre. Going forward things will be harder, but I need you to stay diligent. You may not be able to return home yet but the sun will rise again on the day you get to kiss your partner and child.”

” You might talk weird but I know you got my back. Honestly, I’m glad it’s a dude that looks like me defending me in there, I guess I’ll see you Monday then.”

“Monday it is, try to take care Andre.”

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With a new found fire fueling his footfalls the click-clack of confidence carried him from the courthouse to the conclave.

There were many other places Anubis would have rather found himself than at a private university and among strangers and foes. Only a few in attendance he’d dare call a friend and even then only two remained in his heart as pillars he could lean on in a time of need. Another dazzled in his mind, like the sun reflecting off the Nile, maybe it was her certain attendance today, or the frustration he felt for the judge, but no willing was strong enough to quell his yearning this time.

Anubis tried to swallow it down as he entered the halls of the prestigious school, but his attempt only carried his feet faster through the tiled halls. Even if for a moment he could sit in the warmth of her embrace and see the world through her golden eyes, maybe he’d be braver yet to take on the systems of oppression by himself. Often he believed in the kind of man he saw in her eyes, even if he was reminded of the one he wasn’t, the one he couldn’t be for her, he’d pledge to make the necessary sacrifices a millennium ago… and only in the twilight of fevered skin, swollen lips, and shouts of ecstasy did he ever regret that promise.

The smell of something deeply unpleasant pulled him from his train of thoughts. Anubis couldn’t contain his face and allowed his lip to curl in disgust as he hid his nose from the offense, of course, it was the Greeks. There was disdain in his obsidian pools, switching from the unfamiliar face of the “upchucker” and the familiar one of the “King of Fools”.

"Perhaps seeking cleaning tools is a better solution than inquiring about the authenticity of material goods?” Anubis’ deep tone was laced with annoyance and he turned on his heel to do just as he suggested.

When he returned with a janitor in tow, the room had grown more occupied, and yet his eyes gaze was saved for a sole person. Poised yet relax, regal yet approachable, she was a dream he couldn’t escape and a wish he could not obtain, and though a wise man would have strayed away from her, he found himself taking up the role of the fool.

“Good morning Hathor…” Anubis’ tone was pleasant enough, his eyes meeting with the goddess for a moment before he took a seat next to Bastet,”Malikati, good morning to you as well, it’s been quite some time since we last saw each other. I hope you have been well.”

Anubis paid no mind to the Grecian standing in front of his fellow Egyptians, his body turned away from him and towards Bastet who his eyes gently settled on.

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Bentley never had dreams. When those monolids closed shut and she finally hit that REM, what was usually followed was nothingness. A passage of time, from dusk to dawn... or more frequently dawn to midday. But today, REM introduced her to herself.

Everything was dark, save for the gentle moonlight that illuminated a reflection of her face staring back at her. There was no wetness where her feet should have been submerged, no chill of a breeze that always surrounded bodies of water like this, and not a single thing sent ripples across her pristine face. Ben knew she was dreaming, and the recognition did little to empower her movement. Frozen in place, she was made an audience to the shifting of her reflection; it was a timeline of all the Benzatien’s she had presented to the world, starting at the beginning of the colossus.

A thousand and ten lives morphed before her eyes, an empress, a slave, a scholar, a handmaid, a traitor. She had been a war hero, a tyrant, a person glorified in history, and another erased from the books.

The final face was brief, perhaps a glimpse into the future or a passing desire of the heart, and when it quickly withered away Benten had already forgotten what it looked like.

The clouds parted, and she was back to being “Bentley Stark” and getting her daily reminder that being friends with a god of sun wasn’t always as cool as it sounded, especially if you enjoyed your late mornings.

And perhaps Prof. Mori knew best that Ben liked late mornings if sneaking in his Organic Chemistry Lab every Tuesday and Thursday halfway through the class was any indication.

Bentley fought against the warm sunlight pooling overhead, feeling the clutches of sleep slowly receding, but she dug in, rolling over to bury her in her pillows that smelled faintly like raspberries and vanilla. Well, at least she tried to, instead of falling back to sleep, she was rolling out of the daybed and right onto the hard surface of the ground. A groan signaled her displeasure and a dainty middle finger directed at the sun hidden again by the clouds was a symbol of her defeat.

Ben remained on the ground, wallowing in despair and wondering how else she could go on for precisely 1 minute and 9 seconds before the sounds of people leaving Case de… Apocalypse... Uh- whatever Broacles and Sunny D called it… encouraged her to move around too.

Apparently everyone had made like an egg and cracked—that wasn’t right.. but regardless the house was empty. The emptiness beckoned to her, to do something great for the vlog and to gift Apollo and Heracles with torment because how dare they leave her behind. But a pesky little reminder held her at bay, she didn’t have time to prank her bros and make it on time for a dramatic entrance to wow her princess. Professor Byrne was the winner of today’s inner turmoil of choice-making, if only to win over her heart and put her “yes mistress” to practical use.

Benzaiten’s imagining of grandeur and kinky roleplay carried her all the way home from Casa de Acropolis.

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Home for Bentley happened to be the Sigma Chi house, which usually was not open to prolonged stays from women but... Well, it’s a long story, best saved for a “story-time” video on her channel.

Expertly, she avoided her fellow “brothers”, not like many of them were up this early anyway and locked herself in the bathroom. Benten never took long getting ready, in this life, it wasn’t necessary and she preferred to make people comfortable around her rather than impress them.

When she squeaky clean of any sins from the night before and clothed in the first thing she grabbed she was bursting out of her room. Slapping a few man asses and offering short greetings— ”good morning sunshine” on the way to the front door and saluting her groggy looking “Big” as she slipped past it. Bentley practically skipped across campus, stretching her legs out to cover as much ground as possible with her short stature.

Running would have gotten her to the meeting room much quicker but she couldn’t afford to look a sweating mess-- at least not when the Morrigan didn’t have a hand in making her so--and ruin her entrance.

Okay so looks mattered a little bit, can’t blame a girl for trying to impress her senpai.

“You must wait no longer, my fair lady~!” Bentley smoothly slides into the room and towards the front, her dark eyes landing straight away on the god of the hour, the gather of immortals, slayer of GPAs, and conqueror of her heart, “Did you get my email about next semester?” Bentley asks as her lips graze the back of Profesor Byrne’s hand, ignoring the gods around her, “Not that I mind seeing everyone still alive and kicking, but you don’t need to throw these little meetings to see me, I’d come wherever you asked me to.”